‘Hello,’ her heavenly, low, spine shivering voice echoes on over to me.

Shyly stepping closer, her doing the same in return- she weaves her long fingers through her tatty, mop-like, chocolate coloured hair. Innocently chuckling, eye’s closing for a mere few seconds then re-opening, my cheeks burn the colour of burning red at her expression.

Pebble’s crunching under her large feet out of view from being in her leather black boots, the door in which she walked through to see me closing with a ‘thud,’ herself taking long, eager strides towards me. The tears from the sky pattering down a dance around our feet, raindrops running down my rosy cheek. She leans in on me, her hand reaching out for me, protecting me, protecting me from beads which so easily fell from the saddened, grey sky.

The once golden, shining ball of a sun slowly retreating back behind the stormy clouds which coated the sky, she once again spoke out to me;

‘We should go in,’ she suggests sweetly, popping open a navy blue umbrella in her grip- holding it high to the sky as if she’d just won a trophy. ‘It’s going to pour down soon,’ she states, our eyes leaving one another’s to peer up at the doom and gloom sky, myself humming in acknowledgment. ‘Well then-’ the door being clicked open again with a creak, our tip-tapping of feet against the concrete echoing the ghostly streets, she helps me into the house which I so willingly stood outside for ages. Her hand in mine, my hand squeezing hers back gratefully, I stepped into the warm, cozy, house, - ‘ladies first,’ she teases me.